The Living Dead
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Yazaan Khalid, Grade 7
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Short Story
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2021
Wake up, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, work, watch TV and sleep. Wake up, repeat, repeat and repeat. I remember the children having fun at the playground and the senior citizen going for their daily walks. It’s just hard to believe, that I might never see those moments again. I never thought I would live to be in an actual horror movie. It’s hard to survive out here, I mean the places where I went and had fun are danger zones to me now, because of the fallen. I am in a place of confusion, should I fear, or should I fight the living dead.
My name is James Parkers and for the past few months I’ve been living in an actual zombie apocalypse. It’s been a while since I’ve seen or heard of a human other than myself. The only weapons I have to defend myself is a revolver and a baseball bat. I only get out of my house to collect supplies. I don’t dare raid other places because the fallen(zombies) might sense me. Right now, I’m driving my car back to my house. I am thinking of my goal, to survive no matter what. I also remember the old days, before this all began. I engulfed into a fountain of tears making my eyes blurry, then…BANG!!
“AHHHH!” I shouted, “Oh the pain.” I felt as if my whole life just flashed before my eyes. I checked myself, I was alive, only by a thread. My stomach was heavily bleeding. That’s when I found my backpack, that contained my gun. My bat wasn’t in sight. As I was about to pick the backpack, a dog ran past and swiped it.
“NO! GET OVER HERE!” I shouted, “that bag had my gun!” With all the strength left in me I started to pursue the dog. I limped through the forest, but it was risky. I climbed through logs and hills until I found the dog stuck in a bear trap. Next to him was no backpack but my revolver and only TWO bullets.
Yup, I’m dead, I thought. Just then I heard bushes rustling nearby. Fallen were coming. I had no intention on shooting them because believe it or not those zombies were once human beings. I freed the dog and fled.
The night had finally arrived. I decided to camp at a nearby cave. As for my wound I stitched it by using the zip of my leather jacket, but still I felt it. I knew I was going to die. Suddenly, the same dog limped its way towards me.
“YOU! Because of you I’m going to die!” I shouted, “but you know what it’s good to have company, I just can’t believe that the times I got bullied or when I was in financial troubles were actually considered as problems. I just wish if everything was…” And just like that I fainted. During my unconsciousness I heard a voice. Was I saved?